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So picture this: I’m haulin freight, Tokyo-style, neon lights flashin, and I’m thinkin—where’s the damn cargo? Delayed again! Makes me wanna scream, “I’m too old for this crap!” But then—bam—some shady dude at the dock whispers bout “extra services.” I’m like, what? Prostitutes? In *this* biz? Turns out, cargo hubs—total hotbeds for it. Who knew? Not me, I’m just tryna get crates from A to B without losin my marbles.

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I randomly remember one time I had this freaky emergency appointment, right? Client had like, craaazy stress from traffic jams on Avenida do Sol. So I rushed there, doing my thing, and it felt totally cinematic — like a scene from Tropical Malady where everything stays chaotic but beautiful. I was like, "This is life, babe!" And, like, my hands were moving so fast I swear they were, like, dancing to some unheard beat. Totally wild!

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